Luther's POV
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Six days later. 8:05 am. Lysandra's suite.
"Luther," Lysandra coughed weakly from her bed, struggling to get up. "Please, come help me up."
He'd been standing close to the balcony of the pink-themed space when she called out.
Blinking, he turned to her. She had her arms stretched, clinging hard to her plush pillows. Her face was pale, her nose runny and sometimes black veins popped across her eyeballs.
A Vein beast poison.
If he was being honest, he didn't believe it at first when Natasha and Lysandra's other friends told him. He thought it was a tactic to get him to come to her and apologise after their heated argument the other night.
That was until he actually saw her.
The wound was on her right ankle, swollen and pulsing black like it was going to explode and leave her limbless. Before his eyes, he watched her try using magic to heal herself. Even the academy's medics were only able to stop the venom from spreading.
